I've tried everything else and failed."Īnd boldly he opened the Diesel's power and kept the little craft bucking directly into the storm, to maintain his position.īrian Cullan had been cruising around this position in the lonely mid-Atlantic for days. "I'll take the gamble! It's my only chance of entering Tir Sorcha again. But Cullan's agony of indecision suddenly ended in desperate resolve. He must flee at once if he were to escape the full fury of the tempest. Even under bare spars, the stout motor of the yawl could hardly keep it from swinging broadside to the climbing waves. The storm was coming on with giant strides. It was a strange ring, a worn, massive hoop of gold set with a curious prismatic crystal. "But if I stay, it might open the way to the Shining Land as it did before!"Ĭullan's dark, lean young face was haggard as he looked down with tense hope at the ring on his finger. "This storm will sink me unless I run before it," he muttered. Not dread for his personal safety, but fear that the storm might end the weird quest that had brought him to this lonely ocean waste. Black clouds were boiling up across the western sky, and already the screaming wind was piling up great waves that battered at the little auxiliary yawl.īrian Cullan, sole occupant of the little yawl, stood at its wheel and watched the gathering tempest in an agony of indecision and dread. S torm gathered ominously over the mid-Atlantic.
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